God and madness, the sky, tradition, praying on toilets, hope, and emptiness

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When you find that god is also responsible for the madness and injury in the world, that is when you begin to hate god, and when you begin to hate god, that is when you begin to love god.

Nobody wants to be nobody.

Recognize what must be gotten rid of, not what must be found.

You see a man pointing to the sky.

I see a man drying his finger in the wind. 

Our modernity- our epochcentricity- is not greater than tradition, we merely pray on toilets, and shit on pews.

Basking in the strange glow.

It is better to know that you do not know what you cannot know, than to know what you can know.

Hope is the impossibility of itself.

Even the motionless hub moves forward.

The form is much more than mere emptiness, and the emptiness much more than mere form.

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These fragments are taken from unpublished writings by Jack Haas, selected from the notebooks 1990-2005.